a different kind of self love - doria roberts lyrics

here i am sitting in my room
waiting for someone to commiserate my doom
watch out her comes the rain
why is there always so much pain

all while we were breaking bread and drinking wine
fine time to leave me
you picked a winner of a reason and the change of season
it went from winter to spring
then i fell, well, i felt like i was falling, falling
but i picked myself up